An Extra’s POV

"Let us begin."

As Ralyks spoke for all to listen to, a massive portal opened right behind him, the likes of which no one present had ever seen before.

Space distorted all around him, and like a massive tear in reality, the spatial rift manifested right behind him.

Every single soldier who watched was in awe.

Some had heard stories of the Dark Adventurer, but no one had ever truly seen this side of him.

Perhaps a few guards were fortunate to see Ralyks executing the Dragon back when the Capital was attacked, but their numbers were too small compared to the few thousands that gathered in the open fields.

"What are you waiting for?" Conrad raised his voice at the soldiers who were spacing out.

Their blank and utterly stunned faces soon began to change as soon as they heard their Royal Councilor's—now turned Commander's—voice echo out.

"Match in!"

The grown men obeyed and rushed in, utilizing their formation in due diligence.

Before long, they were all able to venture into the massive portal that greeted them. Not a single one was left behind.

"Shall we?" Ralyks turned to the only man who was yet to enter.

Grandmaster Conrad himself.

"Yes, Sir Ralyks."

The two men then walked into the shrinking portal, feeling the ripple of space as they entered.

From the open field of Royal Estate, their vision instantly changed into the view of a massive military clearing in the outskirts of the Merchant City.

It was a large camp, with tall walls surrounding its vicinity—hence preventing the prying of outside forces.

The overhead was an open sky, but a certain Magical Barrier formed a barrier that prevented any sort of spying from above.

three thousand soldiers—as well as the occupying seven thousand—were fully

it a barren field dedicated

a single grass to be seen on the ground, and several

for too long. It was a station meant for transition: nothing

post like this. It was designed this way

Adventurer responded with a subtle nod,

them as

a sad

due to its huge size and incredible relevance. Most posts are about as large as a hectare. Sometimes

"I see…"

at the surrounding area and noticed the seven thousand, five hundred soldiers

numbers slowly merged, someone rushed

to be in her late twenties, pretty, but also

brown hair was cut short, but it still had a feminine flair to it. She wore full

of choice that was hung on the strap around her hip had a silvery glow

one knee, raising

Councilor Conrad. General Lucy pays her respect

was natural, or an accent that she had formed over time, was

of the two who

Lucy! It's been a

the younger lady, his face quickly moving towards

Lucy. She's a General, and she'll serve as the Vice

a few steps forward and stretched his hand towards the woman who still had her knee planted to

soldiers, talkless of rising up the ranks to the position of General." He began, his voice containing

—Respect!

achievement; becoming a General at such a young age. That in

her head bowed, but she accepted the outstretched hand offered by the Dark Adventurer—someone

she shook his hand, she

filled her face, but she did her best to drown all of it and

your words, Sir Ralyks. However, I am still

in her eyes, and

Then, I look forward to seeing